Ticklishboy30
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The suspense of waiting for something ticklish to happen was excruciatingly agonizing for the trapped blonde male. Every one of his nerve endings was on high alert, and his slightly bulging muscles twitched and quivered with every struggle and pull he made in his vain attempt to escape the shadow coils that kept him helpless. The cloak-veiled captor's forboding, husky chuckles made the blood flowing through his veins run cold as ice.
When magic was used to remove the shoes and socks from his feet, he gulped. Being truly helpless made him feel incredibly vulnerable and increasingly horny, which was made evident by his impressive manhood trying to break through the crotch of his jeans. The warm breeze lazily flowed between his animated exposed toes as his firm chest rose when he deeply inhaled, which put his stiff, erect nipples on full display under the skin-tight shirt covering them. Suddenly, Charles had a thought. I've been tickled before and endured all of it. After all, I was almost overpowered by that tickle chair, and Red Fiend is not an easy tickle opponent. Could this guy be any worse?
The warlock silently circled his prey with evil glowing eyes and a spine-tingling smile, the hooded man loved seeing helpless men struggle while knowing there was no escape for them unless he allowed it to happen, and the outline of his nine-inch cock was proof the magic maker was turned on. Slowly, his flat, moist tongue slipped between the thin lips and licked across the warm flesh as his extended fingertips slowly inched closer to the slightly squirming journalist he was about to tickle torture.
"Ya know, my helpless little tickly pet, I was going to start with these sexy, meaty, delicious-looking tootsies and ten little twitchy piggies."
The playfully taunting names and causal baby talk wreaked havoc with the young man's fetish for being teased. It caused his emerald green eyes to widen and begin to glaze over and made him softly whimper while his pelvis slowly thrust up and down.
Summoning up the nonchalant taunting cavalier attitude he was known for, Charles cocked his head to the side, smirked, and exclaimed, "Well, I do love my feet worshipped and tickled."
"Oh, really? We'll see if that holds true after I'm done working my magic on your exposed body."
A snarky response was intended, but once the broad of his captor's tongue slowly and repetitiously licked up and down the center of his trembling left and right soles, forming words became a foreign ability to the captive's thoughts. Squeaks, moans of pleasure, and soft boyish giggles escaped the cavernous mouth as the warlock methodically and firmly gave Charles' unblemished feet and toes a tickle massage.
A gleam of evil mischief flashed in the villain's eyes as he released a low, rumbling chuckle, knowing he'd lulled his victim into a false sense of sensuous security.
"Such a beautiful and strong body that's completely helpless and aching to be touched and tickled by my skilled fingers and tongue."
Another snappy comeback was stopped before it could be uttered. It was replaced by puppy-like whimpers and boyish squealing giggles when two hands snuck under the hem of the tight shirt, and soft fingertips glided along the blonde's quivering eight-pack abs like a skater on ice. Wow! I've never felt so turned on and ticklish before, Charles thought as his body obeyed the warlock's touch like a puppet master controlling a puppet on a string.
The jewel glowed, and four shadow feathers appeared. One feather stroked between the restrained male's toes and along their bases, two feathers tickled his exposed, bare, hairless pit hollows, and the fourth feather tickled the deep crevice of his belly button. The maddening ticklish assault sent Charles into a fit of uncontrollable, boisterous, high-pitched, squealing laughter. His legs pumped back and forth, his eyes bulged, and his head furiously shook from side to side, slinging tears and saliva everywhere.
"Not feeling too strained, are we, little pup?"
Beads of sweat dripped from the platinum blonde bangs plastered to Charles' glistening forehead. He swallowed what spit he could and heavily panted. However, he wasn't willing to give in yet. "Thanks for the refreshing workout, babe," he managed to say as if he'd taken a leisurely stroll in the park.
The villain sneered, and without warning, his slender, pale hands moved quicker than his captive's eyes could process. Five fingers wrapped around the blonde's right ankle, and using his magic, he increased the young man's ticklishness a second before his pointed fingernails rapidly strummed up and down the center of the bare sole.
Instantly, boisterous screeching laughter flowed from Charles' lips faster than a flowing river after a monsoon. His sparkling emerald eyes were hidden behind the closed eyelids, his back arched, his strong toes clenched, and his head flew back before turning side to side. How is this possible? I've never experienced anything this intense and ticklish. Charles thought while helplessly laughing and writhing.
"Coochie, coochie," the warlock teased. "Who's the most tickly little boy in Joy City?"
"Stop teasing and using coochie."
"Let's see how this works."
The tickler sneered under the hood as he touched the journalist's cock.
Charles was hurled into an escapable prison of horniness. His body was on fire, every muscle strained, and they felt like they'd been through a year of nonstop exercises. It took all of two seconds before the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had reached its explosive climax with the release of a primal scream that made his vocal cords feel slightly raw while his underwear was soaked in a copious amount of thick, creamy cum.
"Now! You're ready for the real tickles."
A very audible gasp escaped the vulnerable, wide-eyed, sweat and cum soaked man. However, just before the ticklish massacre began, a glowing green lasso flew through the air and coiled around the tickling assailant.
"Looks like you could use a hand, Chucky," Kid Bondage said, grinning.
The red-haired, open black vest-clad hero set one of his guns on suspended animation and trapped the unknown attacker.
"I'm sooo gonna make you pay for calling me Chucky, baby boy."
With the warlock out of commission, the spell was broken. Charles yelped and grunted when he landed on his butt in the grass. He smiled when his bud pulled him to his feet and into a loving hug before they kissed each other's cheek.
"Well, how do ya like that? I save yer sexy ass, and ya threaten me. Who's the hot guy?"
"He calls himself Crimson Warlock, and his magic's possibly stronger than my superstrength, at least when combined with that jewel on the staff. He asked for Mr. Smiles, so I'll change into my hero suit and give him what he wants. If he gets loose before I get back, don't let him touch you. He can increase your ticklishness and make you so horny you'll cum in a second."
Kid Bondage chuckled and said, "So, that's why you've got a damp crotch."
"Just wait till I get my hands on you, Kid."
"Promises, promises, Chuckster, babe."
Not a second after his friend left, Kid's glowing lasso wound around his muscular body without his knowledge, leaving only his boot-clad feet and head visible. The hero yelped as he fell to the ground and grunted while squirming and rolling around, trying to get loose.
"Aww, is the cute wittle cowboy all tied up," the hooded man teased.
The warlock chuckled as he magically removed the only protection his new toy's feet had.
"Aww, c'mon, it ain't right tyin' a guy up with his own lasso."
Kid struggled and continued trying to get free, knowing he was helpless. His exposed, bare feet twisted and turned as his juicy, lickable toes flexed and his creamy soles wrinkled and unwrinkled. The redhead also felt his generous manhood outlined under the lasso and blushed at being so horny and turned on in front of the villain.
Crimson's dark eyes glowed, and he giggled while using the jewel to levitate Kid Bondage. He brought his face close to the struggling man's face, grinned, and slowly licked up the left side of the hero's face and down the right side, and he also stopped to nibble the fleshy earlobes. The magic-user chuckled when his nibbling caused the young man's kitten-like purrs, body squirms, and boyish, airy giggles.
"You are a sexy little puppy, aren't you, cutie. I'm betting you're just as ticklish as the friend you managed to release."
"Would you stop making me so horny? Man, this is so freakin' embarassin' I'm just hopin' this don't end up on the net. I'll never live it down."
Shivers ran the length of the younger man's spine. He squeaked when the hooded man's hot breath steamed the soft, tender flesh of his neck, his body squirmed as much as possible, and precum leaked from his uncut cock, dampening his hairless crotch.
"Aww, you're such a cute little boy. I think I need to have access to more of your sexy body, don't you, Bondage Boy?"
An unmanly squeal flew from Kid's mouth as his body turned around, and the lasso fell from his body like it was thread on a spool. Magically, he was vertically suspended, and despite his best efforts to escape, his fingers laced together behind his head with shadow coil cuffs and chains on his wrists and ankles with a bar that his legs spread apart. All this was making his manhood painfully hard, and more precum leaked into his zebra print thong.
Meanwhile, Charles was engaged in a familiar battle to get into his costume. The hero still hadn't mastered the art of quick change. Even though he put them on backward, at least he didn't fall on his butt changing into the tights like he did a few months ago, so the blonde took that as progress.
"Ya know, if you weren't a villain, you'd make a killin' in the porn business. Why don't ya let me go, and let's have some sexy fun together, Crimsey," Kid said with his boyish smile and an eyebrow wag.
The warlock chuckled, and his response was to create multiple shadowy hands that tickled and caressed his captive's warm, soft flesh with feathery light strokes, which elicited high-pitched squeals and giggles from the ticklish ginger.
"Please! Not all my worst spots at once," the hero pleaded.
The magic man's hand gently massaged and caressed his victim's balls and cock. He giggled when the moans of pleasure and puppy whimpers reached his ears.
"Holy Crap! I'm gonna..."
The declaration was abruptly halted, then with a deep grunt and visible full-body quake, warm, creamy semen flowed from the swollen cockhead and coated his hairless crotch. Drool fell from the redhead's gaping mouth, sweat streamed from the plastered bangs down his red cheeks as he panted and hung his head. The man's muscles and sense of touch were agonizingly tingly, and he was exhausted from the most explosive orgasm he'd ever experienced.
"That... Was..."
Words he thought he'd say were stolen from his mind and replaced by shrieking, wild laughter from the conjured feathers and fingers that tickled his extremely sensitive and exposed body. Luckily, Kid's tickle attack was cut short when the warlock was hogtied by a shimmering baby-blue rope.
"You know, you didn't have to throw a temper tantrum to meet me," Mr. Smiles said as he hovered in the air.
"It's about time you got here, Smiley," Kid said in a weakened voice after his body fell to the ground.
"Sorry, costume trouble."
Crimson grunted and struggled, doing his best to counteract the magic keeping him bound, but to no avail. "Just wait till I get free," he growled.
Mr. Smiles chuckled and shook his head.
"Aww, someone's been a cwanky wittle baby and needs a good spanking and his nappy time."
Kid and Smiles giggled as the blonde hero created a blue hand that repeatedly smacked the villain's ass, making him jump and squeal.
The warlock's eyes and the jewel glowed a dark red.
"Nuh-uh," he said while waving his index finger, "wittle naughty boys don't deserve to play with toys. Besides, this is too dangerous for you. Maybe you can have it back when you grow up." Never losing his smile, the floating hero broke the staff in half and threw the jewel as far as he could after removing it from the hilt.
"You'll regret this, Smiles."
The warlock's body glowed as he created enough force to break free.
Unfazed, Mr. Smiles giggled as he picked up the broken staff and began whistling, saying, "Here, boy, you wanna play fetch? C'mon, I got a couple of nice sticks for you to chew on. "Who's a good boy and cute puppy."
Just as Smiles was about to throw the staff, a portal opened, lavender ropes shot out, wrapping around Crimson Warlock, and seconds later, a man dressed in a lavender and white suit that showed off every bulging muscle appeared.
"Lavender Crusader, you've finally caught up with me," the warlock sneered.
"Yes, Crimson Warlock, I'm taking you back to face justice for your crimes."
Mr. Smiles and Kid stood silent as they watched the events unfolding.
"Thank you for trapping him. You two captured our dimension's most wanted fugitive and the most dangerous villain."
"Smiley really deserves the credit," Kid said.
"Hey, it was a team effort, KB. Although, I did manage to keep him bound," Mr. Smiles said with a chuckle and smirk.
"You're soo goin' down, Blondie," Bondage joked.
"No matter the role each of you played, I and my government are truly grateful and in your debt. You both are great heroes."
"Thank you," the red and blonde-haired young men said.
"Where's his staff and jewel?"
Mr. Smiles handed the visitor the broken staff and said, "Here's what's left of the staff, and I have no idea where the jewel landed after I threw it as far as possible."
"Thanks again. Well, I must get home so this villain can be tried and convicted for everyone he's hurt and the damage done."
After shaking hands, Lavender Crusader threw the warlock over his shoulder, and they and the portal disappeared.
Mr. Smiles grinned and created four disembodied hands that grabbed Kid's wrists and ankles, lifted the yelping redhead off the ground, and held him upside down in the air so that his feet were level with the levitating hero's stomach.
"Smiley, if you don't release me..."
The threat was cut off. Giggles mixed with squeals filled the air as conjured feathers tickled the redhead's bare feet and toes.
"Maybe I'll keep tickling your feet while I change into street clothes so we can go eat breakfast, I'm starved."
"I'm gonna make you pay for this, tickly hero boy."
"You're so cute when you're helpless and giggly."
When magic was used to remove the shoes and socks from his feet, he gulped. Being truly helpless made him feel incredibly vulnerable and increasingly horny, which was made evident by his impressive manhood trying to break through the crotch of his jeans. The warm breeze lazily flowed between his animated exposed toes as his firm chest rose when he deeply inhaled, which put his stiff, erect nipples on full display under the skin-tight shirt covering them. Suddenly, Charles had a thought. I've been tickled before and endured all of it. After all, I was almost overpowered by that tickle chair, and Red Fiend is not an easy tickle opponent. Could this guy be any worse?
The warlock silently circled his prey with evil glowing eyes and a spine-tingling smile, the hooded man loved seeing helpless men struggle while knowing there was no escape for them unless he allowed it to happen, and the outline of his nine-inch cock was proof the magic maker was turned on. Slowly, his flat, moist tongue slipped between the thin lips and licked across the warm flesh as his extended fingertips slowly inched closer to the slightly squirming journalist he was about to tickle torture.
"Ya know, my helpless little tickly pet, I was going to start with these sexy, meaty, delicious-looking tootsies and ten little twitchy piggies."
The playfully taunting names and causal baby talk wreaked havoc with the young man's fetish for being teased. It caused his emerald green eyes to widen and begin to glaze over and made him softly whimper while his pelvis slowly thrust up and down.
Summoning up the nonchalant taunting cavalier attitude he was known for, Charles cocked his head to the side, smirked, and exclaimed, "Well, I do love my feet worshipped and tickled."
"Oh, really? We'll see if that holds true after I'm done working my magic on your exposed body."
A snarky response was intended, but once the broad of his captor's tongue slowly and repetitiously licked up and down the center of his trembling left and right soles, forming words became a foreign ability to the captive's thoughts. Squeaks, moans of pleasure, and soft boyish giggles escaped the cavernous mouth as the warlock methodically and firmly gave Charles' unblemished feet and toes a tickle massage.
A gleam of evil mischief flashed in the villain's eyes as he released a low, rumbling chuckle, knowing he'd lulled his victim into a false sense of sensuous security.
"Such a beautiful and strong body that's completely helpless and aching to be touched and tickled by my skilled fingers and tongue."
Another snappy comeback was stopped before it could be uttered. It was replaced by puppy-like whimpers and boyish squealing giggles when two hands snuck under the hem of the tight shirt, and soft fingertips glided along the blonde's quivering eight-pack abs like a skater on ice. Wow! I've never felt so turned on and ticklish before, Charles thought as his body obeyed the warlock's touch like a puppet master controlling a puppet on a string.
The jewel glowed, and four shadow feathers appeared. One feather stroked between the restrained male's toes and along their bases, two feathers tickled his exposed, bare, hairless pit hollows, and the fourth feather tickled the deep crevice of his belly button. The maddening ticklish assault sent Charles into a fit of uncontrollable, boisterous, high-pitched, squealing laughter. His legs pumped back and forth, his eyes bulged, and his head furiously shook from side to side, slinging tears and saliva everywhere.
"Not feeling too strained, are we, little pup?"
Beads of sweat dripped from the platinum blonde bangs plastered to Charles' glistening forehead. He swallowed what spit he could and heavily panted. However, he wasn't willing to give in yet. "Thanks for the refreshing workout, babe," he managed to say as if he'd taken a leisurely stroll in the park.
The villain sneered, and without warning, his slender, pale hands moved quicker than his captive's eyes could process. Five fingers wrapped around the blonde's right ankle, and using his magic, he increased the young man's ticklishness a second before his pointed fingernails rapidly strummed up and down the center of the bare sole.
Instantly, boisterous screeching laughter flowed from Charles' lips faster than a flowing river after a monsoon. His sparkling emerald eyes were hidden behind the closed eyelids, his back arched, his strong toes clenched, and his head flew back before turning side to side. How is this possible? I've never experienced anything this intense and ticklish. Charles thought while helplessly laughing and writhing.
"Coochie, coochie," the warlock teased. "Who's the most tickly little boy in Joy City?"
"Stop teasing and using coochie."
"Let's see how this works."
The tickler sneered under the hood as he touched the journalist's cock.
Charles was hurled into an escapable prison of horniness. His body was on fire, every muscle strained, and they felt like they'd been through a year of nonstop exercises. It took all of two seconds before the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had reached its explosive climax with the release of a primal scream that made his vocal cords feel slightly raw while his underwear was soaked in a copious amount of thick, creamy cum.
"Now! You're ready for the real tickles."
A very audible gasp escaped the vulnerable, wide-eyed, sweat and cum soaked man. However, just before the ticklish massacre began, a glowing green lasso flew through the air and coiled around the tickling assailant.
"Looks like you could use a hand, Chucky," Kid Bondage said, grinning.
The red-haired, open black vest-clad hero set one of his guns on suspended animation and trapped the unknown attacker.
"I'm sooo gonna make you pay for calling me Chucky, baby boy."
With the warlock out of commission, the spell was broken. Charles yelped and grunted when he landed on his butt in the grass. He smiled when his bud pulled him to his feet and into a loving hug before they kissed each other's cheek.
"Well, how do ya like that? I save yer sexy ass, and ya threaten me. Who's the hot guy?"
"He calls himself Crimson Warlock, and his magic's possibly stronger than my superstrength, at least when combined with that jewel on the staff. He asked for Mr. Smiles, so I'll change into my hero suit and give him what he wants. If he gets loose before I get back, don't let him touch you. He can increase your ticklishness and make you so horny you'll cum in a second."
Kid Bondage chuckled and said, "So, that's why you've got a damp crotch."
"Just wait till I get my hands on you, Kid."
"Promises, promises, Chuckster, babe."
Not a second after his friend left, Kid's glowing lasso wound around his muscular body without his knowledge, leaving only his boot-clad feet and head visible. The hero yelped as he fell to the ground and grunted while squirming and rolling around, trying to get loose.
"Aww, is the cute wittle cowboy all tied up," the hooded man teased.
The warlock chuckled as he magically removed the only protection his new toy's feet had.
"Aww, c'mon, it ain't right tyin' a guy up with his own lasso."
Kid struggled and continued trying to get free, knowing he was helpless. His exposed, bare feet twisted and turned as his juicy, lickable toes flexed and his creamy soles wrinkled and unwrinkled. The redhead also felt his generous manhood outlined under the lasso and blushed at being so horny and turned on in front of the villain.
Crimson's dark eyes glowed, and he giggled while using the jewel to levitate Kid Bondage. He brought his face close to the struggling man's face, grinned, and slowly licked up the left side of the hero's face and down the right side, and he also stopped to nibble the fleshy earlobes. The magic-user chuckled when his nibbling caused the young man's kitten-like purrs, body squirms, and boyish, airy giggles.
"You are a sexy little puppy, aren't you, cutie. I'm betting you're just as ticklish as the friend you managed to release."
"Would you stop making me so horny? Man, this is so freakin' embarassin' I'm just hopin' this don't end up on the net. I'll never live it down."
Shivers ran the length of the younger man's spine. He squeaked when the hooded man's hot breath steamed the soft, tender flesh of his neck, his body squirmed as much as possible, and precum leaked from his uncut cock, dampening his hairless crotch.
"Aww, you're such a cute little boy. I think I need to have access to more of your sexy body, don't you, Bondage Boy?"
An unmanly squeal flew from Kid's mouth as his body turned around, and the lasso fell from his body like it was thread on a spool. Magically, he was vertically suspended, and despite his best efforts to escape, his fingers laced together behind his head with shadow coil cuffs and chains on his wrists and ankles with a bar that his legs spread apart. All this was making his manhood painfully hard, and more precum leaked into his zebra print thong.
Meanwhile, Charles was engaged in a familiar battle to get into his costume. The hero still hadn't mastered the art of quick change. Even though he put them on backward, at least he didn't fall on his butt changing into the tights like he did a few months ago, so the blonde took that as progress.
"Ya know, if you weren't a villain, you'd make a killin' in the porn business. Why don't ya let me go, and let's have some sexy fun together, Crimsey," Kid said with his boyish smile and an eyebrow wag.
The warlock chuckled, and his response was to create multiple shadowy hands that tickled and caressed his captive's warm, soft flesh with feathery light strokes, which elicited high-pitched squeals and giggles from the ticklish ginger.
"Please! Not all my worst spots at once," the hero pleaded.
The magic man's hand gently massaged and caressed his victim's balls and cock. He giggled when the moans of pleasure and puppy whimpers reached his ears.
"Holy Crap! I'm gonna..."
The declaration was abruptly halted, then with a deep grunt and visible full-body quake, warm, creamy semen flowed from the swollen cockhead and coated his hairless crotch. Drool fell from the redhead's gaping mouth, sweat streamed from the plastered bangs down his red cheeks as he panted and hung his head. The man's muscles and sense of touch were agonizingly tingly, and he was exhausted from the most explosive orgasm he'd ever experienced.
"That... Was..."
Words he thought he'd say were stolen from his mind and replaced by shrieking, wild laughter from the conjured feathers and fingers that tickled his extremely sensitive and exposed body. Luckily, Kid's tickle attack was cut short when the warlock was hogtied by a shimmering baby-blue rope.
"You know, you didn't have to throw a temper tantrum to meet me," Mr. Smiles said as he hovered in the air.
"It's about time you got here, Smiley," Kid said in a weakened voice after his body fell to the ground.
"Sorry, costume trouble."
Crimson grunted and struggled, doing his best to counteract the magic keeping him bound, but to no avail. "Just wait till I get free," he growled.
Mr. Smiles chuckled and shook his head.
"Aww, someone's been a cwanky wittle baby and needs a good spanking and his nappy time."
Kid and Smiles giggled as the blonde hero created a blue hand that repeatedly smacked the villain's ass, making him jump and squeal.
The warlock's eyes and the jewel glowed a dark red.
"Nuh-uh," he said while waving his index finger, "wittle naughty boys don't deserve to play with toys. Besides, this is too dangerous for you. Maybe you can have it back when you grow up." Never losing his smile, the floating hero broke the staff in half and threw the jewel as far as he could after removing it from the hilt.
"You'll regret this, Smiles."
The warlock's body glowed as he created enough force to break free.
Unfazed, Mr. Smiles giggled as he picked up the broken staff and began whistling, saying, "Here, boy, you wanna play fetch? C'mon, I got a couple of nice sticks for you to chew on. "Who's a good boy and cute puppy."
Just as Smiles was about to throw the staff, a portal opened, lavender ropes shot out, wrapping around Crimson Warlock, and seconds later, a man dressed in a lavender and white suit that showed off every bulging muscle appeared.
"Lavender Crusader, you've finally caught up with me," the warlock sneered.
"Yes, Crimson Warlock, I'm taking you back to face justice for your crimes."
Mr. Smiles and Kid stood silent as they watched the events unfolding.
"Thank you for trapping him. You two captured our dimension's most wanted fugitive and the most dangerous villain."
"Smiley really deserves the credit," Kid said.
"Hey, it was a team effort, KB. Although, I did manage to keep him bound," Mr. Smiles said with a chuckle and smirk.
"You're soo goin' down, Blondie," Bondage joked.
"No matter the role each of you played, I and my government are truly grateful and in your debt. You both are great heroes."
"Thank you," the red and blonde-haired young men said.
"Where's his staff and jewel?"
Mr. Smiles handed the visitor the broken staff and said, "Here's what's left of the staff, and I have no idea where the jewel landed after I threw it as far as possible."
"Thanks again. Well, I must get home so this villain can be tried and convicted for everyone he's hurt and the damage done."
After shaking hands, Lavender Crusader threw the warlock over his shoulder, and they and the portal disappeared.
Mr. Smiles grinned and created four disembodied hands that grabbed Kid's wrists and ankles, lifted the yelping redhead off the ground, and held him upside down in the air so that his feet were level with the levitating hero's stomach.
"Smiley, if you don't release me..."
The threat was cut off. Giggles mixed with squeals filled the air as conjured feathers tickled the redhead's bare feet and toes.
"Maybe I'll keep tickling your feet while I change into street clothes so we can go eat breakfast, I'm starved."
"I'm gonna make you pay for this, tickly hero boy."
"You're so cute when you're helpless and giggly."
